The hon. gentleman had better spare his interrogations if they are as senseless as that one.
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Drawing and color are by no means two different things. As you paint, you draw. . . When color is at its richest, form is at its fullest.
The fruit of our labors is sweet when the work is consecrated to God. But we have to be able to weather the conditions - the winds, the rain or the drought, the brilliant sun and sometimes the bitter cold. Sometimes our work needs to be directed at improving our ground rather than excusing our own harvests because the place we have been given is a little hard; there are too many rocks, too many hills, too little top soil. If we focus on where we are instead of what we can do with our plot, we will find our efforts significantly diminished.
The words of that philosopher who offers no therapy for human suffering are empty and vain.
It all comes down to interest rates. As an investor, all you're doing is putting up a lump-sump payment for a future cash flow.